Rabbetting On: I couldn't help but wonder... Am I Carrie Bradshaw?
London World Editor, Abigail Rabbett is entering her Sex and the City era but she’s keen not to repeat the same mistakes as Carrie...
Two things happened recently: I found myself single again, and I restarted watching Sex And The City.
Sure, one of those things is an infinitely bigger deal, but they seem to be taking up equal brain space.
For years, I’ve thought of myself as a Charlotte - successful, sweet and obsessed with finding ‘the one’, but I had a horrifying realisation this week...
Maybe, I’m a CARRIE.
What’s the big (pun intended) deal? You’re probably thinking. She’s the main character, she’s Sarah Jessica Parker, she’s the it girl of Manhattan.
But true SATC fans will know being called a Carrie is not the compliment it pretends to be.
For all her good traits (her fashion sense, her wild, wavy hair, her shoes), Carrie isn’t exactly lucky in love. Mostly, it would appear to be of her own doing.
She abandons lovely, wholesome men (Aiden, here’s looking at you) in favour of the cocky, emotionally unavailable Mr Big - countless times.
She loses herself trying to be his dream woman, squashing herself into a mould that doesn’t fit, and she consistently chases him when he’s just not that into her. (Sighs.)
So here I sit, laptop perched, cigarette lit, looking out of my window, thinking perhaps Carrie and I share more than a few similarities. And sadly, I’m not talking about the shoes.
So, what does this new era of singledom have in store for me? Let’s find out together. Because if there’s one thing Carrie does well, it’s dating for the plot.
I’m eager to explore London’s dating scene, attend events, and sneak stolen glances at handsome men on the underground. In the hopes of finding the next LOML (or plus one for reviews.)
And if all that fails, I’ll linger in the financial district at 5pm, in my best F*** Me Pumps. It’s what Samantha would do.
But what I do know is I’ll be leaving my own Mr Big behind in the hopes of finding myself a handsome Harry - or maybe even a Henry.